Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 168

Chapter 168: That’s Quite Comforting

She was lost in this fragile sense of accomplishment when the door opened. A man stepped inside. Her eyes flicked up. The resemblance was uncanny, impossible to miss. His features were angular, commanding—almost as if he had opened his mouth and spat out Luca.

There was the same intensity in his eyes, the same movements, the same predatory grace. He was Don Genovese, the patriarch, the one who had shaped the world Luca now moved through with both ease and peril.

"Hospital meals have always been yuck. I thought it was only in Vienna; seems the same applies here too," Don said.

"Hello," Veronica said cautiously.

"I’m guessing you know who I am," he said, his gaze sweeping over her assessing.

"It’s hard not to if you know Luciano Genovese," she replied, lifting her chin slightly.

"And yet you look at me like you would want to aim a gun at me," Don said, a small tilt to his lips, amusement threading his deep, commanding voice.

"Because you aren’t my favorite person at the moment," Veronica shot back, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"Really?" Don said. "And what have I done to earn your animosity, Miss Scalese?"

Veronica inhaled sharply, the words started pouring out of her before she could second-guess them. "What kind of man punishes his sons with such brutality? How can you even live with yourself? It doesn’t matter what he could have done. Are you so wrapped up in this god-like fantasy you have built for yourself that you do not recognize that what you do to your son is barbaric? Do you even care about him, or is he just a child you had for your ambitions, someone you decided to brutally shape into the man you want him to be?" Her words tumbled out in a rush that left her breathless.

Don’s eyes darkened slightly, the faintest flicker of surprise crossing his features. "Damn, Bianca should have shot you in the mouth," he said.

"Gee... Thank you. That’s quite comforting," Veronica replied, sarcasm lacing her tone.

"You will learn the ways of the familia now that Luca has claimed you as one," he said, his eyes locking onto hers.

"What?" she asked, her brow furrowed.

"I’m sure he will have that conversation with you," Don said, his gaze steady, unwavering.

"Why are you here?" Veronica asked cautiously, the fire in her eyes not fully extinguished.

"To give you an out," he replied.

"Excuse me?!" she barked, incredulous.

"As soon as you say the word, I will offer you a hundred million euros, to relocate anywhere in the world. I will change your identity, I will change your life, I will change even your look if you want," Don said.

Veronica’s lips curled into a wry, mocking smile. "Ain’t you generous? And what will I have to do for you?"

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing. All you have to do is leave Luca to enjoy his marriage, connect with his wife, produce a legitimate heir," Don said.

Vee leaned back, pretending to consider the offer, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Finally, she lifted her gaze to Don’s. "Fuck you!"

Don’s composed expression flickered. She knew the risks, the consequences, and yet it felt impossibly intoxicating to be telling him off.

Don Genovese stared at her.

The look on his face was priceless.

"Excuse me?" he said slowly.

Did Luca even realize this? Did his son understand that he had fallen for a woman who carried the same wild spirit that had once driven Don Genovese completely mad with love? 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

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